
Silence
Stand in the silence. /
It is never empty /
if you are there.
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Silence
Stand in the silence. /
It is never empty /
if you are there.
.
.
#silence #stand #empty #you #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #stormhaven #davidebooker #april #wednesday #040925 #2025

Silence
Fall leaves on a bench,
a pile of my yesterdays
all in dead silence.
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Eyes
Cat’s eyes in the dark, /
answering the emptiness, /
cool in the silence.
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Speaking
Speaking in Nature’s tongue, /
The breeze sounds the wind chimes. /
I stand in silence.
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Silence
The wind rattles limbs /
sweeps the leaves after the rain. /
Ravens stay silent.
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Buzz
Crossing and searching, /
overhead buzzed a manmade bug. /
Cloud holds its silence.
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#buzz #bug #manmade #cloud #silence #crossing #searching #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #080322 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

The street
Red lights strip the dark /
Sirens usurp the silence /
Need consumes the street.
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Silence tastes empty. /
Without your whisper, my ear /
hears only stale words.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Writing is a struggle against silence.
–Carlos Fuentes
Filed under Carlos Fuentes, Writers on writing